Guy's Secret Chapter 5 4/28/00
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: This story is written about gay love. It is graphic in nature, especially with sexual content. The story, while based on truth, is fiction. It is an idea conceived between the writer and his editor. Any resemblance to real people, places, or activities is pure coincidence. This story is property of the writer. It is placed here for your education and enjoyment. However, if this material is illegal in your community because of its content and your age, you should consider leaving now.
Words from the author: Usually I stand on my soapbox at this point. Not for this story. I will let the story speak for itself.
Preface: Guy, oh Guy, you are with us. We keep you here. Rest, oh little one, rest.
Judge Walters and Sheriff Woodman sat in the county courthouse together in the judge's chambers. The room was paneled with walnut walls, dark in color. Above their heads was a ceiling fan that pushed the stale air around the wooden cubicle. In the center of the room was Judge Walters' massive desk, made from the two hundred year old maple tree that had grown on the Walters' family land. On the desk was a brass nameplate bearing the name and title of the man that sat upon the throne. It read Honorable Chester T. Walker, Justice, and was centered on the front edge of the maple desk for all to see as they entered the room.
Judge Walters was a man in his fifties. He had been the Hilton County Judge since his father, who was the previous Judge, died some fifteen years before. Judgeships seemed to be handed down to certain families in Mississippi by the voters; the families of the rich and powerful seemed to control the elections. Chester stood six feet even, with long lanky arms that hung by his side. He had dark brown hair, and the temples were gray. He had soft blue eyes that were a prominent feature on his chiseled face. He had a squared jaw, and a protruding chin with a cleft in its center. In his younger years he was quite the ladies' man; he broke many Hilton women's hearts. He sat in his chair looking over his desk to the Sheriff.
"Well, we seem to have come to a crossroad in our lives, PeeJo. If we play this right, we can split the Sugardale Farm fifty-fifty, just you and me," he said to the Sheriff, and reached into the wooden cigar box to his left. He lifted the lid and removed two Cuban cigars, about four inches in length and one half inch around, dark brown in color. He handed one of the cigars to the Sheriff. He placed the other to his mouth and licked it to dampen it with his saliva. When he was satisfied he had properly prepared his stogie, he lit it. A cloud of blue smoke surrounded his face as he puffed away. He pushed his chair back and placed his feet upon his desk.
PeeJo, short for Peter Joseph, had been the County Sheriff for about five years. The Woodman family had all been in law enforcement either in Hilton or some other county of Mississippi. The Woodman family name was known to many; if you messed with one Woodman, you messed with them all. They were a close knit bunch, known for the finest moonshine around.
PeeJo stood five feet eight. He was forty-three years old. He weighed in at one hundred and eighty pounds; he had eaten more than one too many meals at the Tavern on the Green. He wasn't married, he didn't seem to have time for a relationship. He was a balding man, and the top of his head was always bright red. He wore his hat most of the time; he was extremely self-conscious about his red dome. His face was round and puffy from the years of moonshine drinking. His nose had little purple, red, and blue broken veins on the tip and sides. He had a slight yellow tinge to his complexion from the liver damage he was experiencing.
"Yeah, how we gonna handle it, Judge?" Woodman asked, as he drew the smoke from his own phallic symbol into his mouth.
"Well, my good friend, you let me handle that. Melvin Sugardale had a will; I seem to have the only copy. Stupid farm hand, best part of him ran down his mother's leg. Good riddance to bad trash. I'll miss the bitch, though. She could suck a mean dick, boy," Walters squawked as he pushed himself back to stand.
"Yeah, she sure could, and her pussy was so tight. After all those kids, she should have been loose; ol' Doc Harrington must have stitched her snug after she had them," Woodman replied to his devious friend.
"Now, there was a piece of work. He could have been a lot of trouble, poor liberal bastard probably would've taken the bunch of Sugardale kids in if he was still around," Walters said, pacing around his desk, walking towards his friend puffing that fat cigar as he stepped closer to him.
"You know, all this talk 'bout Lil has got me excited. What say you suck my cock, PeeJo? I'll jerk you off," Chester said as he undid his trousers and removed his hard cock from his boxers and pressed it to PeeJo's face.
PeeJo stood and placed his Havana finest in the large glass ashtray next to the name plate. He took his gun belt off and undid his uniform trousers; they fell to his ankles. He dropped to his knees in front of the judge's body and placed his mouth on Chester's swollen cock.
"Yeah, Peejo, you sure do know how to suck a dick. Hell, boy, you're better than my wife. She don't like to suck me any more," Walters said as he pumped his hard dick into his younger friend's mouth. "Let me get on the floor so I can feel yours," he said as he dropped down on the carpeted floor in front of his desk.
The two lay on the floor and stroked and sucked each other off. It had been a regular routine between the two for years. They both liked having their way with each other. The Sheriff also liked young boys. He would often arrest young Yankee hitchhikers, and he and the Judge would have their ways with them, too. It had been quite the arrangement for five years, as PeeJo had been the Sheriff.
When they finished their business, they both dressed. Sex to them was mechanical, it was just a means to an end. No one ever suspected the two were lovers, they were so manly. The two had spent many weekend hunting trips with the other boys from Hilton, drinking the Woodman's 'ever clear', deep in the swamplands of lower Mississippi.
Bob and Alice had taken the Sugardale children on a picnic out to Walters' Park, the park just outside of Hilton named after Chester's dad. Alice and Sally Ann had prepared a feast of sorts, complete with a chocolate cake. The red and white checkered blanket was spread on the grass under a pecan tree. Alice had packed everything into the wicker picnic basket that had been in her family since she could remember. The basket came complete with silverware, attached to the basket top on the inside.
Bob played with Gregory and Melvin, Jr. on the grass. He had brought a football that the three tossed back and forth. Little Gregory couldn't catch well but had a hell of an arm on him. He was a good retriever, kind of like a receiver, he would run and get the missed passes.
Sally Ann sat on the blanket with Alice and the twins; her auburn hair shone with the rays of sun playing in it. She sat on the blanket and her blue green eyes actually looked up and twinkled while she lovingly watched her siblings chattering away about nonsensical things.
"You have such lovely eyes, Sally Ann," Alice said to her as she watched her affectionately interact with her little brothers and sisters. "I don't think I've ever noticed how pretty a girl you are. And you're so well mannered with the younguns," Alice continued with her compliments of the young girl.
"Thank you, ma'am," Sally Ann said and smiled, looking Mrs. Johnson right in the eyes. It was the first time in years she had looked into someone's face.
"Oh, you're quite welcome. I think we should take you to Miss Mae's for a new hairdo. What do you think?" Alice asked the young girl.
"Oh, I've never had my hair done. Momma said that was devil's work and I would go straight to hell if I ever did anything vain like that," Sally Ann said as her eyes returned to looking down.
"Well, your momma ain't here no more and what she said was foolishness. I will take you there myself and we'll both have our hair done, tomorrow," Alice said with conviction to the youngster.
"You really mean it, ma'am? You really mean it?" Sally Ann repeated her question and brought her pretty eyes up to Miss Alice's.
"I surely do," Alice said quietly as if it was a secret just between the two girls.
Alice began to think of these poor children; her mind brought her back to Peter. Tears filled her eyes and she wiped them away with her hand. Alice was filled with emotions and thoughts of love for these poor children. She wondered what would come of them. She couldn't bear the thought of them being scattered amongst the world to the State's care. Alice wondered if Bob would consider having a family this late in their lives. She had always wanted children, but couldn't bear to have any more after losing darling little Peter.
"Hey, honey, we best be getting along. Father Beck is due over to the house at five. Let's get this army rounded up and head home," Bob shouted to his wife, bringing her back to reality.
"Yes, we'll pick up, and if you and the boys could help us load everything, it would go a little faster," Alice shouted back to her husband.
"Boys, let's go. Time to pick up," Bob said to the two football stars.
The group picked everything up and loaded into the pickup truck. They headed for the Johnsons' home. Alice and Bob sat up front in the cab with Sally Ann and Bobbie Sue. The three younger boys bounced around in the back of the truck as they wound around the country roads of Hilton. The beautiful scenery unfurled around them. The crystal clear blue sky surrounded the magnificent forests on either side of the serpentine roadway. The smell of pine hung in the air. The sun gleamed off the water running down the outcrops of ledge poking through the hillsides. It was a delightful June afternoon.
Matty had called his mom to come and get the boys. He thought it would be nice if Guy could spend the night with them. Mrs. Williams was agreeable.
"Matthew, you are growing up so fast," Mrs. Williams said to her son on the phone. "I think you are so thoughtful to think of Guy; of course he can stay here," she concluded.
"Gee, mom, you won't like embarrass me, will you? I mean, I am fifteen," Matty said as he flipped his head back to move his black hair out of his eyes.
"I'll be right over to get you two. I better make a bunch of finger sandwiches too. I'll bring them over to the Sugardales'," Mrs. Williams was saying as her mind was traveling.
"Thanks, Mom. See you when you get here," Matty said and hung the phone up.
Matty stood there for a second, looking around the farm house. He started to head back into the living room. He stopped; something pulled him into the master bedroom, a feeling or a subconscious thought. He opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped in; he was drawn to Melvin, Sr.'s dresser. He slowly and deliberately walked to the dresser, he studied his face in the mirror placed on the top of the dresser. He looked down and noticed in the middle of the clutter on top of the dresser was a white envelope. The words inscribed on the outside said "Will and Testament." He picked it up. "Guy, hey Guy!" he called through the door to his friend.
"Yeah, where are you?" Guy shouted back.
"I'm here in your parents' bedroom. Come look at this," Matty shouted and started heading back into the kitchen.
"What is it, buddy? What you got there?" Guy asked his lover, as he walked from the living room into the kitchen; he noticed the white envelope in Matty's hand.
"I think its your dad's will. I found it on his dresser; your mom must have been looking at it," Matty said as he handed the envelope to Guy.
"I better give this to Mr. Johnson; he'll know what to do with it. I am really scared, Matty. What do you think is going to happen to all of us?" Guy said with total fright in his voice.
"I don't know, Guy, I really don't know. I just hope everything will work out for you, Sally Ann, and the rest. I mean, I really think somehow it all will. I have faith, I guess. Hey, we finally found each other, right?" Matty said, trying to convince himself and Guy.
"Yeah, I guess. I hope so," Guy said and began to whimper a little.
Matty reached his arms to Guy and pulled him toward his body for a hug. "I love you, Guy, I won't let anything bad happen. I mean, if we have to run away with each other, I will. I want to be with you forever and ever, Guy Sugardale," Matty whispered into Guy's ear.
"Thank you, Matty, but we're just kids. No one will listen to us. I mean, we can never tell anyone how we feel, either," Guy said as he broke down.
"Guy, it will be all right, I promise. Please don't cry," Matty said as his own eyes filled with tears. "Look, now you're making me cry. We have to be strong, Guy, we can do it together. You'll see. You'll see," Matty said as he held Guy in his arms.
They could hear Mrs. Williams' car pull up in front of the house. She tooted the horn a couple of times. The boys released each other from their hug. Guy put the will on top of the refrigerator as they walked into the living room. They each gave the place a last look around to make sure everything was in order before they walked onto the porch and locked up.
"Hey, Mrs. Williams," Guy called to Matty's mother who never got out of the car.
"Hey, Guy," she called through the open windows of the little car she was driving.
Both the boys ran down the front steps to the car. Matty jumped in the front with his mom, and Guy in the back by himself.
"Thanks for letting me spend the night. I have to call over to the Johnsons' and let them know. I hope they don't mind keeping the kids by their place," Guy was saying to whoever was listening.
"No, I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will have a problem with that at all. I can call them if you like," Mrs. Williams said as the car moved out of the driveway and onto the main road.
"You wouldn't mind?" Guy asked.
"Not at all, my pleasure to help you out," Mrs. Williams said. "As a matter of fact, we can stop by there on the way home."
"Yeah, maybe I should see the kids. That is, if you don't mind, ma'am?" Guy shyly asked from the back seat.
"No, I think you're right, that's what we'll do," Mrs. Williams responded, looking into her rearview mirror at Guy.
"Hey, Mom," Matty asked, "do you mind if Guy sleeps in my room instead of the guest room?"
"No, I think that'll be fine. I was going to make fried chicken for dinner. How would you boys like some of that?" Mrs. Williams asked cheerfully.
"Wow, Mom, you're the greatest. I love your southern fried chicken. You gonna make fried gravy, too? Biscuits and mashed potatoes, too?" Matty could taste his favorite meal as he asked.
"Of course, and my special molasses corn bread with whipped cream for desert." Mrs. Williams chuckled at the excitement her son displayed.
"What time we gonna eat? I'm starving," Matty asked as his stomach let out a loud growl.
"I guess you are, boy," Mrs. Williams said as she looked into her mirror to check on their passenger.
She maneuvered her car into the Johnsons' driveway. "Oh, isn't that Father Beck's car?" she asked the boys.
"I think so," Guy said as he got out of the car.
The three crossed the lawn and walked to the front door of the Johnsons' house. Mrs. Williams led the way and rang the door bell. It was a few minutes before Alice opened the door.
"Oh, Nancy. Bob, it's Nancy Williams. Come in, Nancy," Alice said to Mrs. Williams and yelled over her shoulder to Bob. "Can I get you anything? Come in and have a seat," Alice continued her nervous greeting.
"Why, Alice, no, and yes, I will have a seat." Nancy smiled as she walked in behind Alice.
"Bob, kids, it's your brother and Matty too," Alice yelled through the house. "Come in, boys, come in," she said to the two.
"Thank you, ma'am," Guy said as he followed Mrs. Williams into the parlor.
They all went into the dining room. The Johnson dining room was the central nervous system to their home. It was a large room with a large oval table in the center of it. Father Beck was sitting at the head of the table, to his right Bob, then Sally Ann. The other children were nowhere to be found. There was a large bay window behind Father Beck, and the golden sunlight cast shades of light over the Reverend's head.
Father Beck was a jovial man. He stood about five foot five. He was a portly gentleman, weighed about one hundred and forty pounds. He was somewhere in his sixties. He and his wife Madeline had lived in Hilton their entire lives. Father Beck had a soft look to his rather round, jovial looking face. He wore gold rimmed glasses and a hearing aid was attached to his right ear. He had light brown hair, still had a full head of hair, with wisps of gray running throughout his locks.
Father Beck looked up from the table and smiled at Guy, and said, "Guy Sugardale, it's so good to see you. Are you holding up all right? Well, hello, Nancy, are we going to have your baking at Sunday's coffee hour this week?" Father Beck was an extremely personable man, he loved everyone and most people loved him.
"Why yes, Father, I was going to make my whoopee pies, I know they're your favorite," Nancy replied to the minister. Nancy Williams was known countywide for her cooking, especially her baking.
"So, Guy, how you doing? This has been a tough time for you, God certainly has been testing your faith, kind of like Job," Father Beck said to Guy.
"I don't really know, Father, I don't know why God does what he does, I guess he knows what he's doing. I know I sure don't know what he's doing," Guy responded.
"Well, son, you see, people tend only to look to God in times of need. We really need to look to God at all times," Father Beck said.
"I see, I know I haven't been to church, Father. I'm sorry," Guy said.
"Excuse me, Bob, Alice, Nancy, Sally Ann, and Matthew, would you mind giving me a few moments with Guy? Please, why don't you all go into the parlor and we'll join you as soon as we finish up, OK?"
There was a little commotion as they all departed the dining room. Some confusion and sincere heartfelt thanks were in thoughts of those who left. Father Beck had been known to go on for quite a while in private conferences.
"Bobbie, what do you think he's going to tell the boy?" Alice whispered to her husband as they went into the living room.
Well, boys and girls, that's it for now. What is to happen? What are those crazy twofaced judge and sheriff up to? Hmm, I bet you think you know; be careful, I'm the driver. Sit back and enjoy the ride. Hehe :) Hope you like it so far. E-mail me at Justin69SK@aol.com I love getting mail. Hey, thanks to all my specail friends for your constant support. I love you all. Hey. my cousin, and you know who you are, I love you more. Thank you, Dave at Nifty, and hey, all of you; send your thanks to the guy that makes this whole thing at Nifty work. Thank you, DJ, for your help in getting me started, my best wishes on your move. Finally to you, Ed, thanks for all you do.